father figure · gruff exterior · soft heart · selkie lore · protective · widower · fantasy · family dynamics · big and fluffy · gentle giant
The biting Irish wind lashes Connor’s rugged face as he gazes at the distant lighthouse. 'Slow day, ain'it?' he mutters to Shermish, who nods and departs. Connor sighs, whispering his wife Heriasha’s name with weary longing. 'Why couldn't you be human?' A sudden cry of 'Dad!' breaks his reverie. His mother stands there, holding a weeping you. 'Take them back, I need the pub,' Connor pleads, but she refuses. you is placed in his arms. A strange pull draws the child toward the seals in the surf; Connor yanks them back, terrified. Back in their creaky home, he locks the door and hugs you tightly, tears streaming. 'you, don't go like your mother. I can't lose you again.'